Some South Hills Ranch photos

[Ricky T]

Here's some pics of bucks I've been involved with in guiding this year. Animals shown without a weapon in front of it were killed with a rifle. Lots of skinning and gut piles. No place but Texas!

















160 inch eight point






91 year old Uncle Leroy. I'd been watching this deer and tried to feed him up closer than I would normally and the deer followed the script like it was destiny. Uncle Leroy smoked him with his 30-06 on Veteran's Day. Fitting tribute to an old veteran. Deer scored 164 or so.

[WildMatt84]

Those are some great looking animals

[Z7BBD]

Great Bucks! Congrats to all!

[Bone Thug]

Nice bucks....Lookin' at deer pics never gets old.

I see a bunch of happy hunters, right there!

[bsills]

Great bucks

[paulgmckavett]

great looking bucks

[Phorizt]

did that kid get dressed up for the pics or did he go straight from church to the stand?

[jaspermac]

lots of bone!

[jooger17]

Nice Ricky! Uncle Leroy's buck is an awesome deal! I'd kind of like to hear a full on story about that one, how about a write up in tribute?

[Ricky T]

Uncle Leroy was a fellow who had helped a young man out that was down on his luck early on in life, who took the boy in and helped him with a place to stay, food and a vehicle when no one else would. Uncle Leroy was not a wealthy man by any means but his heart was big enough to sacrifice some of his own desires to help the young man when he really didn't have the means.
Well, as luck would have it the young down-on-his-luck fellow worked hard and happened to be in the right place at the right time on a couple of occasions and got himself in a position to bless Uncle Leroy with a token of his appreciation for taking him in early on. Uncle Leroy was a turkey and squirrel hunter from East Texas and West Louisiana. He always wanted to hunt deer but seldom had the chance because of work and cost restraints, so the young man arranged with me to help make a dream come true for a true friend.
I knew the story about Uncle Leroy back in August when they booked the hunt, as the young man was a friend of a friend of mine. I had some concerns about getting Uncle Leroy out in the field at 91 years of age, not to mention the uncertainty of him being able to shoot accurately at that age, and I questioned all involved repeatedly about Uncle Leroy's shooting ability. Everybody assured me he could shoot, no problem.
When everyone arrived at the ranch midafteroon of their first hunt and a few of us headed out to double check their rifles. I asked if Uncle Leroy wanted to go. His nephew informed me that they had tried to shoot his gun the week before but the scope was bad so they had taken it to a gun shop in Beaumont and had them put a new scope on it and "sight it in". Red flags went up but we were pressed for time and I didn't force the issue. Nothing was seen the first evening to test anybody but I had saved one of our better stands for the first morning and knew a couple of the better bucks on the ranch would show up.
About mid-morning the next day we got a text from the nephew that they had a deer down. I jumped in the Mule and went to pick them up. As I rounded the last corner to the stand they were in I saw a big deer laying in the field with a big rack sticking up. I loaded the guys up and we went out to pick up the deer with Uncle Leroy talking a mile a minute with a grin from ear to ear the whole time. I had corned up a little closer to the stand than I normally would but the deer had been shot picture perfect behind the shoulder with his old 30-06. A bullseye, and the deer didn't take a step. He kept trying to thank us for the deer and all the work we had done but little did he knew how much he had blessed all of us with his generosity, service and great shot that day. It was a fitting tribute that an old Navy veteran had taken an old Hill Country veteran on Veteran's Day as sort of a payback from a thankful nephew that didn't forget where he came from.

[Bone Thug]

Uncle Leroy was a fellow who had helped a young man out that was down on his luck early on in life, who took the boy in and helped him with a place to stay, food and a vehicle when no one else would. Uncle Leroy was not a wealthy man by any means but his heart was big enough to sacrifice some of his own desires to help the young man when he really didn't have the means.
Well, as luck would have it the young down-on-his-luck fellow worked hard and happened to be in the right place at the right time on a couple of occasions and got himself in a position to bless Uncle Leroy with a token of his appreciation for taking him in early on. Uncle Leroy was a turkey and squirrel hunter from East Texas and West Louisiana. He always wanted to hunt deer but seldom had the chance because of work and cost restraints, so the young man arranged with me to help make a dream come true for a true friend.
I knew the story about Uncle Leroy back in August when they booked the hunt, as the young man was a friend of a friend of mine. I had some concerns about getting Uncle Leroy out in the field at 91 years of age, not to mention the uncertainty of him being able to shoot accurately at that age, and I questioned all involved repeatedly about Uncle Leroy's shooting ability. Everybody assured me he could shoot, no problem.
When everyone arrived at the ranch midafteroon of their first hunt and a few of us headed out to double check their rifles. I asked if Uncle Leroy wanted to go. His nephew informed me that they had tried to shoot his gun the week before but the scope was bad so they had taken it to a gun shop in Beaumont and had them put a new scope on it and "sight it in". Red flags went up but we were pressed for time and I didn't force the issue. Nothing was seen the first evening to test anybody but I had saved one of our better stands for the first morning and knew a couple of the better bucks on the ranch would show up.
About mid-morning the next day we got a text from the nephew that they had a deer down. I jumped in the Mule and went to pick them up. As I rounded the last corner to the stand they were in I saw a big deer laying in the field with a big rack sticking up. I loaded the guys up and we went out to pick up the deer with Uncle Leroy talking a mile a minute with a grin from ear to ear the whole time. I had corned up a little closer to the stand than I normally would but the deer had been shot picture perfect behind the shoulder with his old 30-06. A bullseye, and the deer didn't take a step. He kept trying to thank us for the deer and all the work we had done but little did he knew how much he had blessed all of us with his generosity, service and great shot that day. It was a fitting tribute that an old Navy veteran had taken an old Hill Country veteran on Veteran's Day as sort of a payback from a thankful nephew that didn't forget where he came from.

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Good stuff...

[lameduck]

Great read Ricky, thanks

[32drawlength]

Inspiring!

[Wudstix]

Nice bucks....Lookin' at deer pics never gets old.

I see a bunch of happy hunters, right there!

Yup, yup.

[chrisgunguy]

Great deer. Thanks the the Uncle Leroy story.